A Different Kind of Date

While it was difficult to remember to be nervous amongst the warm ambience of the bar, chattering and laughing of strangers echoing through the room like birds across the sky, Susan couldn't help but feel the butterflies within her stomach. She hadn't been out like this in a while, not away from home or work or the overhanging responsibilities surrounding being an adult. When was the last time she had fun like this? No, she decided as she picked at her fingernails, now wasn't the time to look back on her life and pick apart its holes. She had gotten dressed up for tonight for a reason, to have fun. And fun she would have.

She looked around the room, feeling decidedly out of place. Everyone was young and hot, flirting with strangers and lovers in a way that felt like second nature. She had worn her best dress for this and her tallest heels, even painting her nails and slicking her lips with a scarlet red that hadn't seen the sun for as long as she could remember. And yet, she still felt frumpy, like maybe she didn't belong here, and everyone else could tell as much as she did. She started to panic within herself, the music booming louder in her ears and her heart beating faster in her chest. She leaned down to pick up her bag from the floor when she caught a glimpse of a man from across the bar who stilled her. His eyes were fixed on her as if she were the only one in the room, and she felt a shiver run across her skin as something wormed its way into the pit of her stomach. While she still felt a little desire to leave, she now understood that she had a reason to stay too. His eyes commanded it, and she wasn't about to disobey. She wasn’t used to meeting people in bars, and certainly not getting any attention, but she wasn’t about to start complaining about it now. He was beautiful, and that must mean she was too.

He had dark features and a tanned skin that made something in the bottom of her stomach flip in small somersaults. He was like a model or someone from a film, someone other people got to flirt with. But now, it seemed it was time for her to enjoy him instead. She watched the way his eyes hungered over her and he stood up as if to get a better look, his eyes drifting over the red satin dress that hugged her curves and pushed her breasts up. She was always nervous when showing her cleavage but had decided to try it for tonight. It seemed that he liked everything he saw. She brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear then nervously and that only made him smile, as if that was proof that his watching was having an effect on her. The exact kind of effect he had been hoping for.

He then started to move from his side of the bar over to hers, walking slowly and decidedly, as if dragging out the moment for as long as he could. She continued to sip her drink, hoping if she drank it quickly, the alcohol would start to hit sooner rather than later and her nerves would start to be quelled. He walked with a confident swagger that brought a tinge of blush to her face. He knew what he was doing, and likely what was going to happen next. And while she had a feeling that she did too, she couldn’t calm the butterflies that raged within her. One more sip would help though.

“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing in a dump like this?” He said once he was close enough, his smile warm though his eyes seemed mischievous. His voice was low and deep, and she knew that it would be difficult to hold out for too long. It was something about that voice. It had a hold over her.

“Oh, I don’t know about beautiful.” She looked around then. “And I’m not sure this is a dump.”

He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing and waved at the bartender for two more drinks. “Compared to you, I think the Taj Mahal would be a dump. So… this place?” He looked around at the heaving bar around them. “A pigsty.”

She couldn’t help but laugh lightly at that, enjoying the attention. They continued to talk, chatting about nothing in particular but flirtations that set her skin on fire, and he soon introduced himself as nothing but “Matthew.” His eyes continued to be drawn down to her clavicle, her breasts, the side of her exposed neck. She noticed that while his hands stayed firmly on his drink, his eyes seemed to undress her in a way that suggested he was fantasizing things that she couldn’t quite imagine. As their conversation continued and she watched his mouth move, she wondered what it would feel like against her. How it would taste against her own, how hot it would be against her neck, her nipple - the softest, hidden parts of herself. She suddenly became aware of herself and her body, how exposed her breasts were and how tight her dress was on her stomach. Could he see the bulge from her dinner? Could he see the bruises on her legs from how she cleaned the kitchen that morning? Suddenly aware of all of her imperfections, she began to feel hot and flustered and reached into her bag to check her phone for the time.

"Need to rush back home for any reason?"

She looked back at him shyly, as if unsure what to do to her body. "I probably should at some point."

"There's something I need from you first." He said quietly, his voice a low grumble. "How about a trip to the bathroom?" His eyes summoned visions in her mind that she didn't want to say no to. She blushed, but she didn’t feel surprised. This was exactly what his eyes had beckoned and promised from the first moment she had met them.

"I thought you'd never ask." She whispered back, sounding more confident than she felt, before planting a gentle kiss on the sharp edge of his jaw.

Matthew wanted to follow Susan to the bathroom, excited to watch the way her dress clung to her ass as she walked.

It was difficult to not reach down and squeeze her in front of everyone right then and there, but he knew he had to be careful with her. He didn’t want to spook her and ruin the night, so he would be patient. At least for a few more minutes until they were alone in a room.

It didn’t take long for them to find their way to the bathroom, she checked nervously to make sure that no one else was in the ladies room before pulling him in, rushing him into one of the stalls. She could feel that her nipples were erect from the excitement, pushing through the front of the red satin, desperate to be released. She was unsure if in the low light of the bathroom Matthew would even be able to see, but she hoped he could. She hoped he would enjoy them, that he would own them. That he would make them his.

It was only then, their bodies pressed up tight against each other in the cubicle that Susan realised how close to each other they were. "Hi." She whispered nervously, unsure of what to do next. She waited for Matthew to say hi back, but he instead rushed forward and took her face in both of his hands, enveloping her in a kiss so deep and passionate she was glad for the smallness of the cubicle to ensure she could stay upright, her feet just about ready to give out from underneath her. She could taste the vodka on his lips as his tongue wrapped itself around hers, and she moaned from the sensation, wanting more, wanting nothing more than to drink him in and become drunk from his presence, his taste, the feel of his body pressed up tightly against hers.

"God, I love those moans." He whispered in-between their kisses, forcing her to take a breath away from his mouth. She wanted to blush, embarrassed by the sounds that escaped her body without realising but she felt too hot already, knowing she was flushed and sweaty from the moment. There was no room left for shyness now.

"You do?" She asked breathlessly, her nipples sharp against her dress, almost aching unbearably now.

He smiled wickedly, like the devil about to take what was his. "Oh, you have no idea."

He looked down then, noticing the pinpricks of her nipples pushed up tightly against the bust of her dress.

It was his turn to moan then, and she felt a hardness in his trousers push up tightly against her crotch. "You're beautiful." He growled, before leaning down and taking her breast in his mouth, sucking through the material desperately to get closer to her nipple. She could feel the pressure of his tongue through her dress and knew that she needed more. She needed to feel the heat of him on her, so she quickly pulled down her dress, allowing her breasts to fall out in front of him, forcing his tongue to break away from the material. He stood there and looked at them for a moment as if caught in a spell of her own making, but then he lunged forward mouth-first, taking one of her breasts entirely in his mouth, sucking and teasing at the sharp nipple as if he would die the moment he was forced away. His other hand grabbed her other breast and started kneading and massaging her flesh, causing her head to lull back against the wall of the cubicle, her eyes closed, mouth fully open.

She reached forward and grasped the bulge in his trousers with her own hands, unable to grip it fully but playing with it as much as she could. In response, while his mouth refused to leave her nipple, his other hand softened against her breast and eventually let go, moving down to the hem of her dress, softly touching its way up her inner thigh towards the wettest, hottest part of herself. And then they both froze, suddenly caught by the fear of the sound of the bathroom door opening, someone else coming in to use the facilities. Susan froze then, suddenly aware of what they were doing in such a fragile place, her entire body tensing.

Matthew's mouth gently let go of her nipple and made its way to her lips, kissing her again and again with gentle, reassuring pecks. "It's okay." He whispered so quietly, for a moment she struggled to understand him. "I've got you." He then continued to kiss her, slowing down each kiss, deepening it while his fingers continued to climb up her thigh until it could find the wetness that welcomed it. He gasped; Susan’s kisses were the only thing to keep him quiet once he felt how excited she was for him. His fingers played with her then like she was a piano as their unwanted guest joined the next stall over. The more he played with her, the more she felt ready to release herself entirely for him. She couldn't remember the last time she had ever needed someone like this, if she ever had. It was as if Matthew could tell exactly what she was thinking, soon removing his fingers from inside of her and hoisting her up, pushing her against the wall and wrapping her legs around him. He pressed her firmly against the wall as he lifted up her dress and unzipped his trousers. She could feel the firm bulge of his cock against him and had to remind herself not to groan, that a single noise from either of them would give them away from the person in the next stall over. She almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the moment.

But then he thrust into her, taking her so deeply that only his other hand against her mouth could keep her quiet as her eyes rolled back into her head.

He made his way deep into her, filling her up, thrusting in and out of her so quickly and deeply that she knew he was just as desperate for her as she was from him. Neither of them would be able to wait to get into a hotel room or the backseat of a car, or even the darkened privacy of an alleyway. They needed each other now. They refused to wait even just a few moments to be alone in the room.

As they continued to fuck, she could feel the sweat of the moment starting to pool against her body.

She waited to be embarrassed but was instead surprised when Matthew broke their kiss to kiss the side of her neck, kissing the soft skin and then, noticing its saltiness, gave it an erotic lick that made her want to moan and squeal louder than she knew she should. He began to pump into her even more intensely then, as if encouraged and motivated by the reaction her body was giving to him. He continued to hold her up, pressing her against the wall and fucking her as he stood, not just using her but also enjoying her, lapping up every second of pleasure that he possibly could. She wrapped her legs tighter around him then, crossing her ankles against his tailbone and forcing him further into her, making him take her deeper than he had yet, so deep that it was her turn to wrap her hands around his mouth, quenching the moan that threatened to ripple its way out of him.

"That’s so good.” He whispered into her ear, and she had to stifle a giggle before reaching back towards him with her tongue. Instead, she gripped his hair tightly, winding his locks between her fingers and thrust him deep into her again, feeling the air leave his lungs as he gasped.

That was it, he couldn’t wait any more, and each could feel the other was close to climax. The more they fucked, the more breathless they became and the sensation of deep, seismic pleasure within them was building and building to a breaking point. Their foreheads pressed up against each other as their hands desperately closed around each other’s mouths. They could hear the person in the next stall finishing up, but still taking so long, they knew they wouldn’t be able to last until they had left and were finally alone. And then it struck. The orgasm swept the two of them up like a wave in a tsunami. Just as their moans began to build and escape through their lips, Susan managed to press down on the flush of the toilet to drown out the noise. It felt like fire licking the inside of every crevice and delight within her, and she felt weightless up against the wall, rushed with a pleasure so intense she couldn’t think or speak or breathe, completely prisoner to the sensation of being human, of being full, of belonging to someone else even just for a moment. When the pleasure had managed to dissolve just enough that she remembered who and where she was, she looked down at Matthew, a smile beaming against his entire face. He was just as sweaty and red as she was, flushed from the moment, panting hard – likely struggling to recover from a fuck so intense.

Just then, they heard the door of the bathroom close as their unwanted guest left, and they both burst into laughter that was quietened only as they doused each other in kisses. Gently Matthew let Susan down from the wall, and they cleaned themselves up, dabbing tissues onto each other to clean the sweat and the cum that had dripped down the skin and stuck itself onto their bodies. Once they had straightened themselves out, they took each other’s hands and left the cubicle, making the most of the sink and the mirror, checking that each other were clean and presentable enough to leave. When they eventually left the bathroom, they took each other’s hands and walked back into the bar, kissing and squeezing each other as they did, thankful that nobody seemed to notice that they had come out of the ladies bathroom together.

Once they made it to the front of the bar right by the door, Susan took Matthew into her arms, slipping close to him again, kissing the smooth of his neck and the heat of his lips. “Well, this is certainly a new kind of date night for us.” She said, unable to stop smiling.

“Tell me about it.” He said. “I knew I liked the idea of it…but I didn’t know I’d like it this much.”

Susan smiled and nodded. “It was perfect. And now we get to go home together back to the kids and enjoy the rest of the evening…in actual privacy this time.”

Matthew leaned in and gave her another kiss.

“The perfect night with the perfect woman.” He paused and gave her another kiss. “The perfect wife.”

They enjoyed each other’s touches and kisses all the way out of the bar to the taxi rank and then to the long drive back home to their house, walking into their home and enjoying the comfort of their normal life together. The fantasy of their special date night out had been wonderful, but their reality was just as wonderful too. And it would last forever, each day with each other as cherished as the last.